My Dad sent me this poem, as he did to Eve. I don’t know the source but love the sentiment.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises –
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
And with the grace of an adult, not the
Grief of a child
And you learn to build your own roads today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain
For your plans
After a while you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul – instead of waiting for
Someone to bring you flowers,
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are special,
And that you really do have a worth,
So live to learn and know yourself,
In doing so you will learn to live.